The God of Injustice in Marvel

On the beach of the isolated island, two figures and a pile of "figures" sitting on the ground are sitting in a row, facing the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming.

"Tony, I... Ouch! I didn't mean to mention your wife!"

Tony put down the stone in his hand and glanced at Leon sideways, his face expressionless.

But when he turned to look at the armor piled on the ground beside him, his expression suddenly became extremely rich.

"well……"

"Why are you sighing~ You are such a person..."

Leon took out a windbreaker from the space and covered it...

On the body of the battle armor.

"...You don't know how to care about others at all. They just made you soup!

Come on, Dalang, drink...ahhahahaha! I was wrong, I was wrong, stop fighting, hahahaha!"

Holding the bowl of bean soup, Leon smiled so happily that the corners of his grin were printed on his mask.

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After all, Tony is still an ordinary person, and his physical strength cannot be as good as that of Leon. After chasing for a while, he was breathing heavily, and he could only hold his knees and slowly sit on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Leon ran back from the other side and sat next to Tony: "Then, what are you going to do? I'm asking seriously!"

Tony hugged his knees, looked at the sunset sinking into the water on the horizon, and curled his lips: "Go away. I don't want to see you."

Leon almost couldn't hold back his joy again.

Tony's current demeanor and tone really resembled someone who had been abandoned in the end.

But... Leon glanced at the armor over there.

Who started the chaos and who finally gave up? This question is quite worthy of discussion~~

"I'll take you back. Otherwise, do you really want to live with it on this island for the rest of your life?"

This is a bit difficult. I can only destroy machines, but not repair them!"

Tony finally stopped being expressionless. He gritted his teeth and looked at Leon: "You...fucked Fuck! Can you stop mentioning this!

Tell me! Is this your fault? Otherwise, how could my armor be... Anyway, it's your fault!

I'll strangle you to death!"

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After running two more laps, this time Tony couldn't run at all and couldn't lift his legs.

Before leaving here, Tony directed Leon to blast a big hole in the ground, dragged his armor, and buried it.

"Take this wooden board. If necessary, I can carve a stone for you."

Leon inserted the wooden board in front of the earth bag: "What are you carving? Mark 2, my dead wife...Okay, I won't say any more. Put it down, don't throw stones at your own head."

The tombstone was not erected in the end.

When taking Tony home, Leon asked curiously: "Nothing else, just out of curiosity.

I just want to ask, will you continue to develop battle armor in the future?"

silence.

"Huh? I didn't hear it, then I'll ask again..."

"meeting!"

"ah?"

Leon couldn't see Tony's expression, but he could still feel the perseverance from his tone: "I will continue to develop the armor! Such an ending is too shameful for me.

However, when they get armor in the future, I will definitely prohibit them from having any possibility of thinking!

no way!"

Leon listened and nodded.

It seems that in this world, the possibility of Ultron being born is not very high.

Even if there is, chances are it has nothing to do with Tony.

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After returning home, Tony immediately began to "retreat".

I don’t know whether to rush to develop the next generation of armor or go to a psychiatrist to treat my heartache.

Leon was kicked out. Tony chased him with a baseball bat and wanted to play baseball with Leon, but Leon didn't agree.

…

There was no news from Fisk, and it hadn't been long. Leon didn't want to go find him. If he couldn't help but kill him, his work would be in vain.

After what happened to Tony, Leon suddenly became interested in this world.

Should we say it is a parallel universe?

Didn’t that person say: There is an I in every universe, they are either alive or dead, or working as workers, or working as capitalists, but there is certainly no single I that can be owned.

People like it.

Since something interesting happened to Tony here, what about the other acquaintances?

Will...

"Hehehe, this trip can't be in vain..."

Well, let’s go to the digital equipment store first.

How can you use a mobile phone to take pictures of such a good thing? You must get a high-end camera or something!

arrange!

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Leon was thinking about how to get some "big news" back here, but Fisk's side was a different story.

He was busy trying to make the big news that had happened less noticeable.

After the masked man who suddenly appeared and called himself Lyon went on a rampage on the streets, openly attacked public officials, and even broke into the presidential palace at night, almost scaring the president to death, another guy who was even more capable of causing trouble also appeared.

Looking at the surveillance video, hey, it was one of the people on the two pieces of paper that Leon gave him.

This guy who wore a cape and attacked Fisk's headquarters, killed a lot of his old brothers, and stole more than 20 kilograms of washing powder, seems like he should be called...

"sentinel……"

Turning off the video, Fisker sat in a large special presidential chair, patting his bald head. He thought for a long time.

"Tariq, when you came into contact with him, what did he say?"

Tariq, a man in sunglasses and a suit who had been standing at the door with his head lowered and silent, shook his head: "No, this guy is terrifyingly strong and incredibly fast. In fact, if the surveillance hadn't captured him, we wouldn't have known it.

Who attacked us.

boss……"

"What's it called?"

"Mr. President!"

"Well, tell me."

Tariq frowned: "I don't think this guy wants to do justice.

There is a small river next to the company. If you want to destroy the things he robbed, that is the most suitable place.

But after our people checked the river water, they found nothing wrong.

I doubt……"

Fisk didn't speak. He thought of what Leon had said to him before.

The two people drawn on this paper are even more difficult to deal with than him.

Also, I don’t know what the two people on the paper will do.

"Could it be...that's what he meant?"

Fisk was talking to himself. Tarik did not dare to disturb his boss's contemplation and returned to the state of lowering his head and remaining silent.

The quiet situation lasted for a long time, until another man in a suit knocked on the door and walked in.

"Mr. President, we found another person on the paper."

Fisk looked up: "Where is she."

"In... our other lair."

Um?!

"What did she do?"

The new man in a suit was a little hesitant, but he quickly spoke: "He looted our arsenal."

Fisk raised an eyebrow and asked in a strange tone: "She...destroyed them?"

The man in the suit shook his head: "No, she took them away."

Take her away? She has other accomplices? Otherwise, how can she be taken away by one person?

That's two full truckloads of bombs...

"She stacked the trucks on top of each other and then flew away with them in her hands."

"Stack them together."

Fisk looked at the man in the suit: "The two trucks flew away. Is that so?"

Although Fisk's gaze made his scalp numb, the man in the suit still forced himself to nod: "Yes!"

Fisk was silent again, and after a long time: "Tariq. Go to the warehouse in the south and bring some washing powder. Put it in...

Forget it, just put it in the old house in Hell's Kitchen.

Let the word go out and say that this batch of goods will be released."

Although Tariq was confused, he still nodded and exited the room.

The remaining man in a suit was also driven out by Fisk with a wave of his hand.

When he was the only one left in the office, Fisk picked up the two pieces of paper that Leon gave him, looked at them and laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha! Maybe, I shouldn't just be a president..."

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Hiccups and a tearful farewell from all the staff, Leon picked his teeth and walked out of a cafeteria.

"There's something wrong with your pizza. The lobster is served too slowly. How can you put carrots in fried rice? It's really...

I'll come back tomorrow and check on you then.

Okay, no need to send it away, just bring me a bottle of wine and I'll rinse my mouth."

The manager who forced a smile looked a little embarrassed: "Sir, Bordeaux has always been in short supply, and our store does not allow take-out. You see..."

Oh! Got it.

Leon reached out and took out a few more big tickets: "I'll eat for a while."

"Bring this gentleman a bottle of Bordeaux quickly!"

See, this is right!

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Carrying the Bordeaux that was kindly given to him, Leon walked forward and took a sip.

He might have been in a good mood these past two days and had eaten a lot, but now he felt uncomfortable with his overstretched stomach for the first time in a long time.

With a swaying belly and a swollen belly, Leon had no destination and was just wandering the streets at night casually.

When passing by the entrance of a bar, I was just thinking about whether to go in and ask for some street news. In a blink of an eye, Leon was surrounded by three people.

"Hey, buddy, is this your first time here?"

Leon nodded.

It was indeed his first time here.

"Well, do you want to have some fun? You know."

I understand. Leon is so understanding. He came out today just to have fun.

"Come with me. This is a formal bar. I'll take you to a less formal one."

"Ha! That's great, thank you!"

The three strong men looked at each other and replied cheerfully: "Hehehe, you're welcome, you're welcome."

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Soon, Leon was taken to a street behind the bar. After turning a corner, the smiles on the faces of the three strong men gradually became wilder.

"Little brother, the place I want to take you to requires an entrance fee.

You have to let me know that you have enough strength to afford it."

And there are places that I, Lyon, can’t afford?!

Leon patted his chest: "Don't worry, I have money! Look!"

Reaching into his pocket and digging twice, Leon took out a coin.

"Just tell me if it's enough!"

The smiles on the faces of the three strong men turned cold.

"Boy, I advise you not to make these jokes casually."

Pushing Leon into a dark alley, one strong man took out a dagger and played with it in his hand, another strong man cracked his fingers, and the last strong man patted Leon on the shoulder with a smile.

: "You're not really broke, are you? I saw you walk out of an expensive and scary cafeteria with my own eyes. This..."

The strong man raised the empty wine bottle in Leon's hand: "This must cost a lot of money.

Why, do you want me to help you remember where you put your wallet?"

Leon reached out and turned over his pocket, only to find it was empty.

"I really really want to go to that bar you mentioned.

But, I really have no money. Otherwise...

Can you lend me some?"

Um?!??

"Stop talking nonsense to him and do it!"

When the smiling Leon was about to be hit on the head with a stick, a flying knife hit the stick, causing the stick to hit Leon instead of hitting his head instead of hitting him on the shoulder.

He and the strong man carrying the stick looked at each other in confusion, and then looked at the flying knife stuck on the stick. Leon was silent for a second.

"Ah~! It hurts so much~! I want to die, I want to die, I want to die!"

Jumping to the side, Leon fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

"Fuck! This kid has an accomplice! He wants to take advantage of others!"

The leader threw the stick away, took out a gun from his back, pointed it at Leon and was about to shoot, when another thin light flashed by.

Ping!

The gun in the strong man's hand flew out.

Then, iron nails flew over one by one, nailing the three strong men to the ground close to their flesh.

The hem of the leather windbreaker unfolded like wings, and a figure dressed in black descended from the roof of the building and stood between Leon and the three guys.

"You scum of society, I will never let you...

Oh! By the way! Are you okay?"

The man who fell from the sky looked like he was not very skilled in his business. Halfway through his lines, he suddenly remembered that there was a poor man lying on the ground with a stick on his shoulder.

He quickly turned around and squatted next to Leon, helping him sit up against the wall.

"Do you need me to call a doctor for you?"

After sitting upright, Leon stopped feeling awkward. He frowned, tilted his head and looked at the guy in front of him wearing a Zorro-style black mask with narrow eyes, exposing his mouth, nose and entire forehead, and asked strangely: "

Are you...Laoba?"

"Lao Ba? What Lao Ba?"

"Oh~~~! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you see how confused I am, I recognized the wrong person!

But the bullseye pattern on your head is really quite artistic~"

"Really?! You think so too!!"

The hero who fell from the sky seemed very happy that someone had the same aesthetic standards as him. He touched the lines on his forehead and happily gave Lyon a thumbs-up: "Good taste!"

Just wait a minute and I’ll help you get the things that were robbed!”

After a while, a series of shouts rang out in the alley.

"That's my wallet! I didn't steal it!"

"Hero, do you think it is reasonable that a robber has money on him, but I, the person who was robbed, have no money on me?"

"Yes! I think so too! Here you go."

"The watch is really mine! I saved up for a long time to buy it!"

"This hero, do you think he can afford this kind of watch on his hand, but my hands are bare, is this reasonable?"

"Yes! I thought so too. I'll give it back to you."

"Please... the lighter is really mine!!"

Taking out five packs of cigarettes from his pocket, Leon said: "Hero, do you think it's reasonable for a person like me who smokes five packs of cigarettes a day to not have three lighters on me?"

"You're right, I think so too!"

Leon's eyes roamed back and forth on the three strong men, his eyes were as bright as lightning, and his eyes were greedy.